The City of Beograd is a gargantuan, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, keen interest in outer space, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 14.795 billion Beogradians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 77.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Beogradian economy, worth a remarkable 1,626 trillion Golds a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, Information Technology, and Basket Weaving. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 109,928 Golds, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

There is no rest for the widowed, political visitors are forced to stop ten paces from Leader's throne, sleep-deprived officials are known to collapse after late night revision for their examinations, and witches' brews set off Geiger counters. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Beograd's national animal is the Elephant, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Beograd is ranked 71,787^th in the world and 104^th in Thaecia for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 106.95 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.